Ooops! Same Poem by Antonio Liao

looks my hand is empty
my pocket is fall, yet!
nothing left but same in
my face fails to act
it claim

promise leads me to live,
left only but shadow of
doubt, a fear of something
that tangle of distained
will come

weird seems knock my thought
believing that whisperer will
always hold my senses soul,
until it stand amidst the
cooling night of silent the
wait comes no more

prestige please embraces...